stockholm syndrome

I've been going through some old photos on my computer's hardrive and clearing them off and I came across this gem of a moment from the summer of 2003. It's from the tullycraft tour of Europe that I was fortunate to have been a part of. This was a fun night performing on the top of the Kulturhusterassen[Contemporary Art Museum] in downtown Stockholm with a fantastic view of the rooflines of the city from where I was standing. It was a fun night, and a fantastic two week tour that culminated at Emmaboda, a big outdoor music festival they hold every summer in Sweden. Loads of bands are invited to play at it, and it really fulfilled a rock dream of mine, massive crowd screaming, and waving flags and singing along to tullycraft songs. Sweden, Norway, England, Holland, it was a fun, fun thing to be a part of, and my memories of it are fond ones. Corianton Hale took over for me, just as I had in taking over from Gary Miklusek, and I really feel Cori fits in better, especially in context with where the band is now musically. Sean and Chris work their butts off getting recording set up, shows lined up, and on and on. I'm one crap of a guitarist anyhow, which I always felt held some of the music up, but for a brief time, it was rock n roll fun and I wouldn't trade any day of it. Thank you Sean, Chris, Jeff and Gary, for letting me be a part of it!


outside my window

Sometimes just looking out of my studio window is all I need to feel charged up again. This was one of those moments, vivid, ever changing, and filled with drama. It makes the act of simply looking out of ones window, a spectacular event. It often clears my head, and I must say of late, that I've been needing that. I appreciate having these Radio/TV towers in my window frame. The reference point they provide, become a record needle to the sky's ever changing visual/musical cue...


The New Bad Things


24" x 24"
Oil and Acrylic on Canvas

Oil and Acrylic on Canvas
15" x 18"

Oil and Acrylic on Canvas
16" x 20"

Some new bad things that have been finished here in the studio.



Ken Kelly painting at Portland Art Museum

Milton Wilson Painting at Portland Art Museum

Jesse Hayward Sculpture at the Oregon Biennial - Portland Art Museum

Spent the weekend in Portland and discovered that I'm more in sync with things going on there than I'am here in Seattle. I visited with Elizabeth Leach of the Elizabeth Leach Gallery, chatted some with Mary Ann Deffenbaugh and Rod Pullium of the Pullium/Deffenbaugh Gallery, and had a funny deja vu conversation with Charles Froelick of the Froelick Gallery. In each case the conversation just rolled like meeting up with old friends, and in some way, oddly enough, I felt like I could show with anyone of the galleries there. I haven't felt that way here in Seattle for quite sometime. It was really wonderful. Charles related a story to me that a client had been in the gallery earlier in the day, and when they both were at the back of the gallery they stumbled upon a box with Hollingsworth enscribed on it. The client asked, "Which Hollingsworth?", and Charles said, "Harold", just as a knee jerk, and then realized he meant Robert Hollingsworth, the photographer. It made both of us laugh, and found it oddly funny that I then show up a few hours later in his gallery space. I relate this story only out of the fact that I don't generally get even a hello from the local personalities here in Seattle. There seems to be, and again let me know if you think I'm talking out my ass, a big stick up the butts of some of the local Seattle art dealers. I know people who purchase artists works from out of state galleries just to avoid the attitude from some of the local dealers. Bad sign for you who show at a couple of spaces here and don't have representation from someone out of town, because there are collectors who avoid your dealers here.
Portland seemed charged with art dealing energy, The Time-Based Art Festival was winding down, the Oregon Biennial was in full force at the Portland Art Museum. I stood in line at the Museum for 15 minutes to purchase a ticket to see the Biennial, it put a smile on this cynics face! The show was good, and I discovered some folks that I'm keeping an eye on, Jesse Haywood, Shawn Records, Matthew Picton, David Eckard, and Brittany Powell all had outstanding stuff. It was also great to see a local museum supporting it's states artists with a catalogue, show, and stage for artists to get recognized for their efforts in a place often reserved for those who have slipped their mortal coils. Upstairs I made a pilgramage to see my friend Ken Kelly's painting that the Musuem owns. I also discovered an artist named Milton Wilson who I had never heard of, but liked very much. It seemed like walking into the undiscovered works of Philip Guston, or Adolph Gottlieb. Over all, the weekend was a success, enjoyed seeing folks I hadn't chatted with in a long time, and spending the latter afternoons and evenings with Lisa taking in sites and having some delicious food and conversations. I have Portland love right now...


12th & Pine

the hunt

I was reading in Dennis Hollingsworth's blog about his night fishing and the connection it makes for him on staying tuned to the hunter in us. It's a good read, and feels true to me, especially now. I'm always effected by the seasons, and I feel fall coming on, which always puts me in a hunting mood. Not for game any longer, or wildlife hunting, but the sense of finding something new to see, a hunt for a spark. Now by accident, or unconscious purpose, I found that after a night walk last week, I can't stop thinking about being in the city, walking around, hunting for images. I even begun a set of photos on Flickr dedicated to this hunt. I realize the dirty vs. clean hands Dennis is speaking of, and when our family lived in Missouri, and I was allowed time on the farm with Grandpa Hess, or Uncle Hollingsworth, dirty hands prevailed, in fact it was part of the life. I live in the city, hunting for food is a bit outside of my routine, but, the hunt for images gives me now a deja vu. I've been feeling the same vibration when I'm out there at night though, taking my time, looking around for the shot. No blood perhaps, but a definate flash from the pulled trigger of the camera. Good Hunting all!

S LK Union 12AM


Garage 12 AM

Been going out at night, seeing a few things differently, architecture, light, objects and places being still. Walking in chilled air. It clears my head in a aesthetic manner, I get ideas rolling block to block, step by step. I'm reminded that when I was in college, I would often step out of the studio there on Western's campus and take a good stroll, and see so many familiar things very differently. The Richard Serra sculpture, "Wright's Triangle, was lit from below, as was the Mark DiSuvero sculpture, "For Handel". So I'm taking my camera with me, and have some desire now to document the city and all it's little neuances as I walk to clear my head. The above photos are just the start of some of this, as Lisa and I went for a walk the other night after the COCA 24 Hour Painting marathon.



Whiting Tennis

Warren Dykeman

Kat Larson

Rachel Maxi

the 24 Hour Painting Marathon is going on right now over at the Center On Contemporary Arts in Downtown Seattle. Here are a few pictures taken earlier this evening...
Having done this event twice myself, I applaud the effort of these talented artists to endure 24 hours of painting straight through and come out making some very amazing works.


Paris with Lisa

I read Lisa's blog about our wonderful, yet short, one week in Paris and had to do a call and response. We went June of last year and it was something of a fantastic birthday gift. On my 40th birthday she surprised me with a card, pasted on the back was flight information for one Harold Hollingsworth. I was speechless. I've wanted to see Paris, and thankfully when I was in Tullycraft, I had a couple of weeks after a very fun European tour[diary of which can be read about here], to go and visit some other European cities, but alas, not Paris. We both took different flights, but knew our common hotel destination in the Latin Quarter of Paris. Wonderful neighborhood, and when Lisa arrived a couple hours after I had, we napped and headed out to meet her friends Steve and Laura for dinner. I have photos of the trip on my flickr account for your enjoyment. We walked so much, saw art at the Pompidou. Enjoyed plenty of olives and food late into the night. Cafe's were a plenty, and places of historical weight around almost every corner. She even discovered a really difficult French artist to love, Yves Klein. It was short, we had some fantastic meals, conversations, some highs and yes some lows, but we managed to have a really memorable journey. I as well look back on it very fondly. Thank you Lisa, for a fantastic 40th birthday gift! I love you!


more odd numbers

Just to keep the loop open, as much as a loop is a circle; progress in the studio is coming along. I have been building, and building surfaces and decided to just start laying, in a rather organic way, some subject matter into the fluid. I'm getting a good flow from the work right now, and I tend to think it's due to having so many canvases at the same point. I could probably lay any subject matter into it and they would look like a group, making some kind of sound. Does it rock? Is it pop? I'm just allowing myself to proceed, but it generally is working at the moment. There is so much medium[gel, acrylic paint] on these panels, they are some of the heaviest paintings for their size I have ever had. As always, I'll keep you posted on progress.

"He was mediating to engrave himself to become confused to perish" - Cesar Vallejo



As with all lines walked, this line comes with inter-action. I've been doing install for about 3 1/2 years now, and I enjoy being near works that I would never see or even at times heard of until this job. I've been fortunate to see some works that I read about in college, and met some collectors I've only heard about. I took over as lead art preparator at [unamed company] about 2 years ago. I have been exposed to so many new artists, Miklos Gaal, Stephane Couturier, John Beech, Lisa Hoke, and reached out to others, like Dennis Hollingsworth. I have it pretty good. I unfortunatley am surrounded by employees that seem to find abusing said art, a fun inter-play. I either see it, and this week I've see plenty, in the signs stabbed into the Ursala Von Rydingsvard, to post-its on a Leslie Dill work. This week has also been wise ass week from employees. I have pretty thick skin for the most part. The combination of seeing damage done to art, and having someone rip into me about the art[usually a very dim take]. The always original making statements/proclamations on what he/she thinks of modern art[again, college educated people doing this to me], or my all time favorite, the joke/funniest comment on art I've ever heard[by the way, I've heard them all now, and it's just a loop], has got me a touch ready to swing. I'm glad we have a three day weekend coming up. It's a lonely job out here somedays defending this art. I'll work on my armour plating over the weekend, and be ready to stand my ground next week.